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I look toward the street. People are walking past the shops, completely unaware that a man is pointing a gun at me.

I open my mouth to scream.

His hand closes around my arm.

"Make a sound, and I'll shoot you right here."

My throat closes.

"Please..."

He pulls open the rear door.

"Inside."

He drags me toward it.

I dig my heels into the pavement.

"No."

His grip tightens painfully.

"You want to die?"

My chest constricts, and the familiar tingling starts in my fingers.

No. Please, not now.

I can't breathe properly, but I can still move.

And I have no intention of climbing willingly into that car.

I drive my heel down onto his polished shoe.

"Fuck!"

He releases me, and I twist away.

I barely manage two steps before he catches me by the blouse and yanks me backward.

"Stupid bitch."

The gun jams into my ribs.

"Try that again, and you're dead."

I freeze.

He's going to kill me.

A shout comes from the alley.

"Let her fucking go!"

The man holding me stiffens.

I turn my head.